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Tengolf: Bubble Bath

Golf Ball had been outside researching some plant, Tennis Ball noticed she was really filthy and offers to run her a bubble bath.

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Golf Ball had been outside for hours, sitting in the damp soil with a notepad and a small laptop beside her, studying a mysterious new plant species. Her notepad was filled with notes, and she had countless tabs open on her laptop, desperately trying to identify the plant and understand its origins. Despite her research efforts, she was stumped—she'd never encountered anything quite like it. The rain from the previous night had left the soil soft and moist, and sitting there so long had left her covered in dirt. Bits of soil were wedged in her golf ball dimples, but she was so engrossed in her work that she hadn't stopped to eat, rest, or even think about cleaning up.

Meanwhile, Tennis Ball had spent the last few hours with TV, wondering where Golf Ball had disappeared to. As time went on, he started to get worried—had something happened to her? Was she lost or in trouble? Eventually, he set off to find her. After some searching, he found her exactly as he should've guessed: hunkered down in the dirt, fixated on this peculiar plant.

Tennis Ball sighed, exasperated yet unsurprised. Approaching her, he examined her condition—she was filthy! When was the last time she'd even had a bath? He asked gently, "Uh, Golfie? How long have you been sitting here?"

Golf Ball jumped slightly, not realising he'd been standing there. She glanced back at him, mildly irritated at the interruption. "Six hours. I'm busy," she replied curtly before turning back to her work.

Tennis Ball took a breath, his concern evident. "You, uh, don't exactly smell great—have you had a bath lately?" Golf Ball knew he wasn't being rude; he just genuinely cared about her wellbeing.

She let out a small grumble. She knew exactly where this was headed. It wasn't the first time Tennis Ball had taken her hygiene into his own hands; she often got so caught up in her work that she neglected herself, and Tennis Ball was always there to step in.

"No," she admitted, her voice clipped. "Not in a few days. I've just been busy."

Tennis Ball's expression softened, his concern only growing. "Come on, Golfie. You know you need to take care of yourself. Research is great and all, but hygiene is important too." He smiled encouragingly. "Let's go back to the hotel, and I'll run you a nice bubble bath~"

Although Golf Ball would never admit it out loud, she loved bubble baths. They always seemed to calm her and help her focus. And Tennis Ball, of course, knew this well.

With a reluctant sigh, Golf Ball stood up, nodding. "Fine." She shook her head, sending bits of dirt flying, revealing just how grimy she'd become sitting there so long.

"Yay!" Tennis Ball cheered, his face lighting up. He loved taking care of Golf Ball like this; it always made him happy, and he'd do anything for her.

He turned and headed toward the hotel. Golf Ball stashed her belongings in a nearby bush to retrieve later, then followed him. Normally, she would insist on riding on Tennis Ball's head, but given how dirty she was, she thought better of it. She didn't want to drag him into needing a bath too.

They walked together to the hotel and made their way up to the bathroom. Once inside, Tennis Ball closed the door with his foot and went over to the bathtub. He turned on the faucet, plugged the drain, and began filling the tub, while Golf Ball sat on a stool nearby, looking a little grumpy. Despite her expression, Tennis Ball knew she was secretly grateful for his care.

Golf Ball hopped off the stool and nudged it closer to the tub, using it as a step to get in. Once she settled into the warm water, she sank down with only her eyes and the top of her head poking out, maintaining her grumpy expression. Meanwhile, Tennis Ball grabbed a bottle of bubble soap with his mouth and poured it into the tub. Soon, fluffy bubbles started forming, filling the bath.